...and I swear the clock has stopped. Or started going backwards.

Not so, sir. It is quite late over her already, so time must continue to flow.

Well, then I’m caught in some weird time vortex…probably localized right around my desk.

Ingmar are you from the weird side of the world where it is dark during the day?

Exactly. It’s pronounced Jurohp.

All I know is that, on Friday afternoons, there is NO DOUBT that we will get a complicated service call (we’re a risk mgmt group with hazard and fire/life safety response, plus asbestos et al) right ‘bout 4:59:06 pm.

Something which the people knew about, “but didn’t get around to asking about.”

Something which we can’t ignore over the weekend.

Something which finds us with one foot out the door and lights turned almost turned out.

Computers are off. The network connection, disconnected (guess where the response data is?). Connection dies at 5pm on Fridays…

Have we been sitting on our hands all afternoon, pushing clock arms with our eyeballs?

So… I feel ya! Friday afternoons are BOOOOOORRRRRIIIING! But also, frrrrrrustrating.

Things would be fine without these pesky things called “peepole”.